The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-04-11

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especial property and to motion to
Challoner to enter.
"Your lady will be more comfort
able there, Sir, than in the big room
along O. the third class passengers
and al" he suggested; and as neither
husband nor wife could think OF O
sufficient excuse for preferring tn,
company OF their fellow-travelers
they were obliged to follow the mans
lead.
IL will not intrude upon your priva
,cy," said Challoner stiily as soon as
the station keeper had left them alone
"You and Parker will be quite com
Portable here, and you'll soon gel
warm by the fire."
Madge watched his broad form dis
appear through the doorway with a
sinking heart, "He hates to be with
me even for these few minutes" ran
her thoughts; "and yet" with pite
Gus little culver OF her lips, "Oh how
delicious it was to be held in his arms
II he had held me like that oftener, We
shouldn't be hating each other today
u he had but kissed me in the snow"
The dismal train OF thought was
suddenly broken by the discovery that
one OF her trinkets was missing, and
Mrs. Chaloner was instantly on her
knees. "Come and help me look for it.
Parker" she cried. al have lost my
locket. Oh, what shall | do? | have
lost my locket."
The excitement both ofmistress and
,oil eaap,al hlt, MONA tIo
the occasion required but only Madge
herself and the faithful woman who
nursed her as child knew OF the Sc.
rious trouble such loss would entail
could you have dropped 1t out
side Ma'am?"
"Not possible. The chain couldn't
catch on anything when had my
cloak fastened. No; it must be on the
floor Do look for it, Parker"
And look for it they did, but with.
out success, and when the long, fruit
less search was over the expression on
the girls face was very woebegone in
deed.
"The mistress has lost hergold lock.
.et," whispered Parker when John
Challoner came again to the door.
"lt's my belief, Sir, that she dropped
it on the floor of the carriage. Can't
you send somebody after it, Sir?"
What locket?"
"The little gold one she always
wears round her neck" explained the
maid, regardless OF the urgent ozark
erl You are not to trouble Mr.. Chal.
loner," which came from behind her.
"She is fonder of it than anything
else, Sir; it seems pity it should be
lost"
Parker" again broke in the pretty
girlish voice, 81 desire that you will
not trouble Mr.. Challoner.
The mans lips twitched involunta-
rly. 1t seemed to him that his young
wife was only playing at dignity when
she preferred addressing her remarks
to HIM through the medium OF a SER
want.
Don't be so foolish" he said per-
emptorily. "Of course I'll 90 after
your locket. only came back to tell
you that am afraid you will have
to spend several hours here. The
snow has broken down the telegraph
wires, so the men can't send on a
message to the next place for as
sistance. They must wait until this
storm is over, and then get help from
the village to dig out the train and
clear the lines. But of course it will be
the work OF good many hours"
"Thank YOU" said Madge, meekly.
"What is the timer"
Nearly ten." He was turning away
when something in his wlfe's voice
struck him, and he re-entered the room.
"You are still cold? Wear this" he
said, shortly, rapidly unbuttoning his
fur-lined coat; and in spite of her re-
monstrances, he wrapped it around
her, and then went hastily out into
the bitter night air.
Left alone. Madge leaned back in
her corner and sat for long time cry
ing softly to herself. Being thorough
ly unstrung by terror and fatigue, she
was in just the impressionable mood
which made her husbands little act
OF kindness very precious in her eyes,
and she nestled into the thick warm
fur as though cheating herself into tina
belief that it was John himself who
was holding her. She remembered q
time-it was during the happy weeks
which followed the wedding day
when she and John seemed to be all i'll
all to each other; but when they wera
finally settled in the staid London
house, over which Miss Sarah's chilly
influence hung like pail, it had all been
altered then. John had gone back to
his beloved books. in apparent forget
fulness of the solitary little wife in the
big drawing-room up stairs; and if she
proposed invading his precincts, it was
nnlu 70 he met with Miss Sarnh's 70.